Farewell Apartment! (Things I Won’t Miss)
Posted July 29, 2008on:
Noises That Sound Like Gunshots But Could Be Fireworks. (at all times of the year). One of the first times I heard this, I actually called some police line. (Yes, I grew up in the ‘burbs.) (Oh, don’t worry parents, they really were fireworks…err…firecrackers?)
Crazy Drunks and Impromptu Music Sing-Alongs at Louie’s. Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy a cocktail or two or three or…and I love music. However, I don’t love being kept awake until late into the night by drunks intent on keeping the party alive outside my window. And, a few late-night acoustic performances are OK, but what’s with the wailing?
Loud Conversations That May or May Not Require Police Involvement. Like any curious planner, I enjoy eavesdropping. (Who doesn’t? You don’t even have to be a planner to enjoy this guilty pleasure. Am I right?) I suppose eavesdropping stops being amusing when you hear your neighbor yelling at his girlfriend, “I KNOW you’re messin’ around and I’m gonna find out!” peppered with a few “f**kin”s. (Thankfully nothing ever got too heated where I had to make a call.)
Weird Guy Who Tries to Sell Me Crap. 1st time – A few weeks ago I was on my out the door to my parking lot when the guy who lives right next to the door, comes out with his bike. Instead of letting me pass first, he squeezes through as I try and do the same. For some reason, he’s carrying a white women’s purse. (He was not the type to carry a women’s purse as his own accessory either. And by ‘type’ I mean drag queen, creative/artist, etc.) He asks me if I want to buy a “luxury handbag” and rubs the bag against my arm. Fairly creeped out, I politely say no and hurry to my car.
2nd time – This morning as I was just getting into my car, I hear him shouting, “Hey! Hey!” As I sit in my car, he runs up and tries to unsuccessfully entice me with a few suit jackets. I say I don’t have a boyfriend or brother to give them to and he says he thinks they’re ladies’ suits. Clearly they were not, so I say no again and slam my door.